Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap
Organized graffiti lectures in can

Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort
I'm much too for any demon style to master me
the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga

Downtown graffiti deface a heroin
Open up eyes and clean out your nature
open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my style like
Coming home on release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as

With a big baseball bat you get robbed like
A sandwich still nothing but a hero
a small sample of the abstract
When the gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

Whether shooting or wax
I go all out and attack and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like

what I want you to do
Niggas with the Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman like Runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just to the drummer

blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in
Napalm gets dropped long like fiber optics
Check the rhyme your skills is microscopic

Peace to my crew and my El-P
Who's here to it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of space
Spitting till black holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn
Big up, the temperamental none barred kid
What's your Tracks is type dusty
water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, you're god damned
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats and dipped
In and out of my state
rep tyrannical

Wrecks like bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an
a head up
What bitch boxing shadows

out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the grassy

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of recycled
Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a to Heaven
Got manners like Bruce Banner he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved
I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each part an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 to perfection
The sum of part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get

The holy terror, last moves you never win
Playing taps on a
You can never comprehend the origin
I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth
Just to know, never do I use it

Strictly the for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall
Mr. Madman attract like magnets

They up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't or try to compute the math
To kick any type like the vandal

I manhandle, get murdered like Tennessee
Or trapped in the bedroom the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, 'The Taking of
Eastwick New York be the dwelling

I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals
If you up in the ghetto you murder in a temple